White robes as bright as snow, red gauze alluring and graceful, silver hair blending with the moonlight, blue eyes reflecting the light of the sky.
The old steward of Wanmei Manor was baffled. Why had a beautiful little girl, so otherworldly she could hardly be human, suddenly appeared behind the manor's master after his morning sword practice? The troubled old steward couldn't decide whether to worry about the manor's security first or secretly rejoice that his master might finally have come around...
Sword God: Who are you?
Snow Spirit: Hm? I'm not a person. I'm snow that became a spirit!
Ximen Sword God set out to raise a worthy opponent, but ended up raising a wife...
This story is purely the author's self-indulgent fantasy. No canon fact-checking, please.
A beginner at work, proceed with care. A little snail is slowly building up the word count. I'll try to update every other day, with the occasional daily update. Please bear with me~
When the heroine was in a coma in the bath, the serious Ximen Fuxue wouldn't have seen so much or thought so much, so she just put on her clothes (maybe she felt that the flower picker's clothes were not clean and changed into her own clothes) and got into bed to cover herself with a quilt and checked her pulse for the antidote.
Finished reading, waiting for the next chapter I hope my wife gets ashore safely XD
The flower picker seeking death, cheers for the author
Come on(???_??)?
Wenwen is very suitable to my taste, but there is too little. I plan to fatten up before reading again. Come on, duck~